Pen to this paper daily, may sound a little crazy/
But I owe this game my life, now I'm landing safely/
I know I'm bashing these stars, cause they flashing crazy/
Dough around, but what I'm sowing now got them casting hasty/
Boxes my way, I realize it's feeling rather cagey/
Tired of being that guy, getting passed over daily/
So I'm still grinding even though the factors may seem/
Impossible, but you know that shit happens daily/
So I'mma stand up, and show these crackers plainly/
And boast about this rap shit, I wear my passion vainly/
Thought I would talk down to stars, but we're the same breed/
Just different decisions and actions, but mainly/
Our experiences shape us, and I'm brainy/
So I was picked on as a kid, as an adult I'm shaky/
And kinda lazy, so I'm scaping by, but now strangely/
I have a goal to reach, I used to hope to teach/
But now I wanna write poetry, and stand over these/
Trials and tribulations I face, putting my soul to sleep/
So now the poet speaks, and I'm only blowing steam/
At these rappers to get them off their asses and switch it up/
Well the plans may be intricate, but I'm gonna stay diligent/
If absolute power corrupts absolutely, I'm minimal/
Fuck mythical, don't wanna burn out like filaments/
Just make good music, and hype my fans up like stimulants/
It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/
Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/
I'll be swinging going down/
Fuck that noise, no way no how/
You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/
Can only move forward, the beginning's been written/
Thought I was an outcast, but it seems I've been gifted/
Or cursed, depending on when you ask, is it mere illness/
This itch in my palm, it keep on insisting/
Constantly combatting every single revision/
That resistance is what I'm trying to break through/
Rewriting all of my tracks when I get in the break room/
Just wanna break loose, smash these homeruns like Babe Ruth/
So how can I come home and have half an album unfinished/
And sit at my computer with a blank stare and no specifics/
It's so sickening, but fuck it, game's not giving me my pink slip/
If I gotta go down, you best believe I'm going out swinging/
It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/
Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/
I'll be swinging going down/
Fuck that noise, no way no how/
You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/
It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/
Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/
I'll be swinging going down/
Fuck that noise, no way no how/
You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/
But I owe this game my life, now I'm landing safely/
I know I'm bashing these stars, cause they flashing crazy/
Dough around, but what I'm sowing now got them casting hasty/
Boxes my way, I realize it's feeling rather cagey/
Tired of being that guy, getting passed over daily/
So I'm still grinding even though the factors may seem/
Impossible, but you know that shit happens daily/
So I'mma stand up, and show these crackers plainly/
And boast about this rap shit, I wear my passion vainly/
Thought I would talk down to stars, but we're the same breed/
Just different decisions and actions, but mainly/
Our experiences shape us, and I'm brainy/
So I was picked on as a kid, as an adult I'm shaky/
And kinda lazy, so I'm scaping by, but now strangely/
I have a goal to reach, I used to hope to teach/
But now I wanna write poetry, and stand over these/
Trials and tribulations I face, putting my soul to sleep/
So now the poet speaks, and I'm only blowing steam/
At these rappers to get them off their asses and switch it up/
Well the plans may be intricate, but I'm gonna stay diligent/
If absolute power corrupts absolutely, I'm minimal/
Fuck mythical, don't wanna burn out like filaments/
Just make good music, and hype my fans up like stimulants/
It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/
Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/
I'll be swinging going down/
Fuck that noise, no way no how/
You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/
Can only move forward, the beginning's been written/
Thought I was an outcast, but it seems I've been gifted/
Or cursed, depending on when you ask, is it mere illness/
This itch in my palm, it keep on insisting/
Constantly combatting every single revision/
That resistance is what I'm trying to break through/
Rewriting all of my tracks when I get in the break room/
Just wanna break loose, smash these homeruns like Babe Ruth/
So how can I come home and have half an album unfinished/
And sit at my computer with a blank stare and no specifics/
It's so sickening, but fuck it, game's not giving me my pink slip/
If I gotta go down, you best believe I'm going out swinging/
It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/
Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/
I'll be swinging going down/
Fuck that noise, no way no how/
You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/
It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/
Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/
I'll be swinging going down/
Fuck that noise, no way no how/
You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/
( Granyte )
www.ChordsAZ.com